My Flower

𝐅 𝐎𝐔 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 𝐅 𝐎 𝐔 𝐑

• 𝐂 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐑 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 •

Guilt, thats the expression that was ridden on Emys face. Pure guilt.

"I didnt mean to-! You know how she is...she got in my head." Emy shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. I softly smiled and exhaled a breath, "I think we should go our separate ways."

She gasped, "No wait...I want to leave! I want to so badly, Catherine. My kids-"

"No...Emy, I'm not leaving you behind. I'd never do that."

"I just think its better you lie low and let me do that planning...you just benefit from my efforts." I muttered the last part and placed the painting back before heading back into the bedroom. Emy followed behind me like a lost puppy and I could tell she was hurt by my coldness but I truthfully couldn't care less. She set us back and she deserves to feel every bit of sadness that she is.

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When I woke up the atmosphere was heavier than I thought it'd be. Of course, Emy continually tried to speak with me but she got no response. I was a fool for confining in her the way I did. Even though her telling Vivian was an accident, it doesn't mean that I shouldn't be weary of her. She's proven that at the very least she cant keep a secret, even if it benefits her.

My stomach ache has slightly calmed but despite that I couldn't bother to eat the breakfast in front of me, "You should eat it," Sergei said, placing some of his food onto my plate.

"We can all eat without worry, thanks to Catherine. Shes the one who informed me of the chef's betrayal," Sergei added, parading me around like I was the next best thing.

"The chef's betrayal?" Emy interjected.

"He's been stealing the kids pills, the same pills he slipped into my dinner. If it wasn't for Catherine finding the pill bottle in his belongings theres no telling what he'd done."

Emy gasped and looked at me, I could tell she was wondering if what Sergei said was true. I also could tell that she knew by my lack of reaction that it was. Guilt. I felt it too. Maybe because I always had a feeling that Emy wasn't on the same level as me and would find a way to royally screw up or because I was planning for the chef to take the fall for our actions from the moment we devised the plan. Sure, before last night I was only planning on Sergei suspecting the chef but after last night I realized that he needed hardcore evidence.

If he didn't he'd suspect me. Not Emy, she's been here for too long.

I need for him to trust me, I'm acting alone now. So I need his trust more than ever.

"What happened to the chef...?" Emy asked, visibly sick.

"His head is being sent to his family," Sergei smiled, pecking a kiss on my lips. I took a deep breath. I made a mistake.

"Enough talking about this, the kids are present," Vivian smiled. She stuck her fork into the omelette and hovered it in front of Sergeis mouth. He glanced at her and rolled his eyes, wrapping his arm around me even tighter and doing the exact same thing that Emy did to him, to me.

I gratefully placed the fork between my lips biting off the piece of omelette, smiling. Vivian huffed, "Anyways, my bag is packed, dear!" She smiled, grabbing onto the other half of Sergei.

Once more, he declined her advances and projected her actions onto me, this time pulling me into a deep kiss. I've become slightly used to his advances and have learned how to hide my disgust. I kissed him back and used my free hand to press down on his thigh. When I pulled away I caught a glimpse of Emy out of the corner of my eye, she held a disgusted and confused expression. It was almost like she wanted to ask me how I suddenly started to act like another person.

The answers simple, I realized that the only person who could help me — was me. If I wanted to escape I needed to do things I couldn't imagine doing.

"You can unpack your bag, Vivian," Sergei said.  Not paying Vivian and attention and doting on me.

"What? why?!"

"Because I'm taking, Catherine."

My eyes widened, "Taking me where?"

"To meet my brothers, I promise the drive will be one you wouldn't want to miss," He replied, his eyes darkening.

"When do we leave?"

"Now."

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"You've been awfully quiet," Sergei spoke, breaking the silence. It's been two hours since we left the manor and not a word has been exchanged between the two of us.

"Whats peaked your attention?"

I shifted further from him, "I'm just not one for words."

He let out a harsh chuckle and pushed himself closer to me, "Well I am."

"Lorenzo ever told you about Carlos?" He asked, his eyes staring deeply into mine. Carlos?

"The person close to Enzo? The one our son is named after?"

He nodded. I dont like where this is going.

"I know that he's dead..." I muttered, tensing up on at my own words.

Sergei smiled and wrapped his arm around me, "I figured neither one of them told you."

"Do you want to know?"

I furrowed my brows, "Know what?"

"How he died." He replied, his smile becoming more prominent. He's enjoying this.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, I shouldn't pry like this if Enzo wanted me to know he'd have told me — but at the same time I dont even know who Carlos is to him. Oh fuck it.

"Yes...I want to know."

At least the ride will be interesting this way.

Sergei smiled and pulled his gun from his suit jacket, not wasting a moment to overpower me and hold the barrel to my forehead. My breathing stopped for a split second before regulating. Even though I was scared I couldn't let him see that.

"This gun...my gun, was what killed him." He said. A soft gasp escaped my lips.

"You killed..."

"I did, I killed Lorenzos brother." He confessed. Brother?! Carlos was Enzo's brother...

I dont know what was more shocking, the fact that Sergei was the one who killed Carlos or the realization that I knew absolutely nothing about Enzo. I'd only known that Carlos was someone close to him that passed. Granted he told me that before I even knew he was a cartel leader and afterward there wasn't exactly time for us to properly learn things about each other but for some reason I still feel a ache in my chest.

"I don't understand..."

He pulled away from me and tucked his gun back into his suit jacket, "Of course you don't."

A uncomfortable silence filled the car as Sergei lit his cigarette, taking a drag of it before returning his attention back to me.

"I'm sure Lorenzo will tell you...you'll be reunited sooner or later."

"I'll make sure you two do." He concluded. The car came to a full stop and when I looked out the window I saw a mansion, it was similar to Sergeis estate but larger and definitely older. The door opened and Sergei took my hand, wrapping his arm around my waist. His ability to switch his demeanor was truthfully frightening but it only made me more motivated to escape.

If he wants Enzo and I to reunite, I'll be sure we do. Just not under his circumstances.

| So...yeah